As spring starts to show its true colors, people are running outside to start work in their gardens. I am one of those people. But I didn’t used to be. For years, I resisted all the encouragement toward gardening. I simply thought it was a hobby for others but not for me. I didn’t understand when people said that it made them feel good. I just wasn't that into it. Until, all of a sudden, I had to be.
It started when I swapped my hectic city life for the calm and quiet of country living. I moved into an old converted barn that had a garden that hadn’t been managed for years. I realized I wanted to make the garden my own, so I started pruning, trimming, and tidying things up. Over time, I started putting new things in, too. Before I knew it, I was making borders, adding rows of lavender, and planting flowers. Over time, I got intrigued with the idea of growing something to eat—so I planted fruit trees, raspberry bushes, and a small strawberry patch. This led to the introduction of a vegetable patch. And another. And another. And another. It seemed that I was hooked.
Why the sudden change of heart? Well, in short, because gardening did make me feel good. All........